“Okay,” the rabbit-man said. “Now I’m getting performance anxiety.” “Don’t worry,” Jason assured him. “You shouldn’t need to do anything; it’ll just happen. It’s like healing magic: it doesn’t take any skill.” Neil turned his head to give Jason a look that was almost a special attack. Jason failed to keep a straight face, smothering a laugh. “Nik,” Neil said sweetly. “Do remind me to tell Rufus’ mum what Jason just—” “Hey hey hey!” Jason said urgently. “What happens in the lightning mesa stays in the lightning mesa.” “Yeah, sorry, Jason,” Belinda said, “but that’s not how blackmail works.”
